Last Friday...

...a man was stabbed pretty much in front of our house. It was 6 o'clock in the afternoon and he was attacked by two other men with a broken glass bottle and left bleeding on the ground to be found by a taxi driver and brought to hospital. I feel glad I wasn't home at that time, or on my way home, which I normally am at 6, because I wouldn't have known how to interfere and help. When I came home at 11 I found forensic police officers examining blood in front of my door, police tape keeping me from entering my house. Apparently the man is recovering in hospital, but it did leave a very bitter taste in my mouth and sometimes I find London a hard place to live in.